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later on 7/31/05
Six Feet Under - whoa!

7/31/05
A tenth planet? Can we name it Jeter?

I had a deja-vu moment, rather, several of them. I was looking for some old pictures that I told Melissa I had (when we were young and sassy and sleeping on 41st Street for cheap theatre tickets). In the course of looking for them, I found all of my old albums up in the attic, it led to a nice stroll down memory lane (and more than a few "Who the heck is that?" moments, too).

7/29/05
Happy birthday, Kati - the other evil Aunt Catherine to TheCutestBabyInTheWorld(tm).

Today's joke, courtesy of Lynne, from my Judaism class:

Authorities Overwhelmed
In an effort to overcome the continuing criticism that he is unsupportive and in fact dismissive of Israel, one of America's closest allies today, President Bush, announced that he is converting to Judaism in the hope that this will demonstrate his affinity and empathy with the Israeli people.

Authorities have been unable to handle the millions of applicants who volunteered to be the moyel.

Snicker.

later on 7/27/05
Looks like rain. Smells like rain. Too bad there isn't any rain. But it does feel cooler.

7/27/05
The forecast calls for torrential downpours and thunderstorms, followed by a 20-degree drop in temperature. Bring it on. It's 100 out today, and I don't want to move.

7/25/05
Is it wrong of me to laugh hysterically at seven-year-olds cursing up a storm? Or is it just a sign that I do not have children of my own? The Bad News Bears was a real trip. I loved it. And - contrary to what Billy Bob Thornton's character says - I HAVE said, on more than one occasion, "check out the ass on that second baseman."

Why is it that the car place in Kingston only has one engine guy on staff? Surely in a hick town in upstate NY, there is someone else who knows how to take a car apart. They're FINALLY going to assess mine on Friday. A mere month after our trip. Irked, I am.

In cooler news (right), the next movie on the summer agenda is all about penguins. And ice. And glaciers. And baby penguins. I feel 20 degrees cooler just thinking about it.

Cut my hair again, too - back to the length it was at Peter's wedding, which I really liked.

Bad news dept - Jay may be moving to Atlanta. His apartment situation is a mess and his financials are about the same as mine (that is, nil). Ugh.

later on 7/24/05
We've been watching the Ken Burns Baseball documentary in bits and pieces, and yesterday got up to the part for the 1960's. They included bits of George Carlin riffing on baseball vs. football, and I did some searching to find the text - hysterical, and true!

Baseball is different from any other sport, very different. For instance, in most sports you score points or goals; in baseball you score runs. In most sports the ball, or object, is put in play by the offensive team; in baseball the defensive team puts the ball in play, and only the defense is allowed to touch the ball. In fact, in baseball if an offensive player touches the ball intentionally, he's out; sometimes unintentionally, he's out.

Also: in football,basketball, soccer, volleyball, and all sports played with a ball, you score with the ball and in baseball the ball prevents you from scoring.

In most sports the team is run by a coach; in baseball the team is run by a manager. And only in baseball does the manager or coach wear the same clothing the players do. If you'd ever seen John Madden in his Oakland Raiders uniform,you'd know the reason for this custom.

Now, I've mentioned football. Baseball & football are the two most popular spectator sports in this country. And as such, it seems they ought to be able to tell us something about ourselves and our values.

I enjoy comparing baseball and football:

Baseball is a nineteenth-century pastoral game.
Football is a twentieth-century technological struggle.

Baseball is played on a diamond, in a park.The baseball park!
Football is played on a gridiron, in a stadium, sometimes called Soldier Field or War Memorial Stadium.

Baseball begins in the spring, the season of new life.
Football begins in the fall, when everything's dying.

In football you wear a helmet.
In baseball you wear a cap.

Football is concerned with downs - what down is it?
Baseball is concerned with ups - who's up?

In football you receive a penalty.
In baseball you make an error.

In football the specialist comes in to kick.
In baseball the specialist comes in to relieve somebody.

Football has hitting, clipping, spearing, piling on, personal fouls, late hitting and unnecessary roughness.
Baseball has the sacrifice.

Football is played in any kind of weather: rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog...
In baseball, if it rains, we don't go out to play.

Baseball has the seventh inning stretch.
Football has the two minute warning.

Baseball has no time limit: we don't know when it's gonna end - might have extra innings.
Football is rigidly timed, and it will end even if we've got to go to sudden death.

In baseball, during the game, in the stands, there's kind of a picnic feeling; emotions may run high or low, but there's not too much unpleasantness.
In football, during the game in the stands, you can be sure that at least twenty-seven times you're capable of taking the life of a fellow human being.

And finally, the objectives of the two games are completely different:

In football the object is for the quarterback, also known as the field general, to be on target with his aerial assault, riddling the defense by hitting his receivers with deadly accuracy in spite of the blitz, even if he has to use shotgun. With short bullet passes and long bombs, he marches his troops into enemy territory, balancing this aerial assault with a sustained ground attack that punches holes in the forward wall of the enemy's defensive line.

In baseball the object is to go home! And to be safe! - I hope I'll be safe at home!

7/24/05
Big thanks to Jen - for suggesting the cat flea drop medicine instead of cat bathing. They sell the drops at PetSmart, so I stocked up and bought flea collars for them, too. No one is happy about the collars, but I pacified them with kitty treats (which Mimi, surprisingly, loves - she's so picky). So now I have four collared cats, with less scratching. I hope it works.

Thank God the Yankees finally won tonight. Getting swept by the Angels would be no fun at all.

And I hate when Six Feet Under doesn't have a "next week on..." at the end of the episode. I hate suspense. Same with Harry Potter - what an ending! I can't believe it'll be another two years before the next (and final?) book comes out. At least the new Diana Gabaldon book comes out in September. Can't wait.

7/23/05
I have to dig out my suit of armor. The kitties need to be flea-dipped. Maybe they make something that doesn't need to be washed out. Tomorrow's goal is to check out Petco and see what they have, and then wrestle the little buggers into the tub.

later on 7/22/05
Time to start saving the pennies. The Rent 10th Anniversary benefit tickets start at $1000. Erk.

7/22/05
Well, for the first time in about 20 years, I went in the ocean. And it wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. It wasn't cold, it wasn't massively wave-filled, and even the seaweed wasn't TOO bad.

Of course, I bolted for the shore as soon as Mom asked, "Say, isn't that a jellyfish?" but I did manage to swim in the ocean. Very proud.

No Richard Dreyfuss, but no shark either - so that was good.

I still prefer freshwater, all in all.

And it's amazing, even after taking the cats outside and brushing them so much that we could have created an entire new cat from all the hair, they're still managing to shed on every available surface. I think they need electrolysis.

And - after nearly ten years of owning dorothyparker.com, I'm transferring the domain over to my friend Kevin, who actually has a use for it (He runs a DP Society that holds events etc). That is, I'm transferring it over to him once I get Network Solutions and his hosting company to play nice together. It's a bit of a hassle right now.

7/20/05
They actually had a chance to explain the infield fly rule during the game tonight. That hasn't happened in a while.

And how nice it was today - a day where the weathermen didn't use the word "oppressive" to describe the heat, except of course when they were referring to what tomorrow and Friday are going to be like. That's OK tho, we're escaping down the shore.

later on 7/19/05
Well, for one brief, shining moment it was Camelot. The Camelot of being first in the AL East.

7/19/05
It's too hot to move. Mom and I are spending the afternoons at the lake and in the movie theatre, and that's just fine. Otherwise, I am lying around like the cats - just a big mushy puddle of sweat.

And class. And interviews. Which, luckily, are all air-conditioned.

Other cool news: the Yankees are in first place, where they belong.

7/18/05
You know, I had a dream last night that the car place hadn't even started on my engine yet. And what do you know - I was right.

7/17/05
What is up with this rain? It hasn't let up all day, and the clouds keep rolling in thunder. There must be lightning striking all over town, too, because the fire trucks (we live right across the street from the fire department) keep going out with their sirens blaring. If the weather is this miserable tomorrow, I'm tempted to just hole up at the movie theatre (after calling the car place, that is) and basking in their air conditioning all day.

Or reading Harry Potter, I could do that tomorrow. Since if I don't read it, I'm sure that the plot will be ruined by several well-wishers before long. Sort of how someone ruined The Sixth Sense for me before I'd seen it, or how I ruined all of Star Wars for Melissa all those years ago (tho honestly, how she got to be 20 and not have seen any of the films still amazes me to this day).

And I'm so glad that Al Leiter re-discovered the slimming ability of pinstripes, leading the Yankees to kick Boston's collective asses.

7/16/05
Well, opening nights are usually terrific events. But let me sum up tonight's show: Suzanne Somers. One-woman show. With singing. Bad, bad idea. I'm glad we ate first, because as Matthew forewarned us, the show would make us lose our appetites. I think it was one of the worst shows I have ever seen. At least Dance of the Vampires had that "Garlic" song to amuse me.

At least dinner was good (Bond45, I am starting to love that place), J. and I looked hot hot hot (and thanks to the humidity, we WERE hot hot hot) and we amused ourselves ("A song about how much she loves her hair? This is definitely your next audition song!") - so it wasn't a complete waste of an evening.

7/15/05
Now I am worried about the entire Yankees lineup.

later on 7/14/05
You know, I was really worried about Mike Mussina tonight, he didn't look too good. Physically or game-wise. But I'm glad he managed to stick it out six innings. No idea what the Yankees are going to do about pitching on Sunday, since we seem to keep getting out starters injured. Maybe Tanyon Sturtze (whose name I love; if I ever have a baby and it's a boy, I'm naming him Tanyon - heck, it'd be a good girl name, too) will start again. Fingers crossed.

7/14/05
Happy Bastille Day!

Here is today's disease of the day: Phimosis. Click if you dare (and don't do it while eating hot dogs for lunch, trust me here).

7/13/05
I love this weather - thunderstorms and lots of rain. The humidity is horrible, of course, but the rain is lovely. We finished up our Peds tutorial early today, just in time to get in the car (not my car, clearly, as it is still in Kingston, must call tomorrow for estimate) and put the wipers on high. And now I can read and study and listen. With my luck, I'll fall asleep on my notes. I should get one of those sound effect machines to make rain noises to help me sleep. Would be better than Benadryl, I'm sure!

7/12/05
Best comment by Terry Francona (Red Sox manager, managing the AL team in the All-Star game): "I figure we'll just put Mariano out there for the 6th, 7th, 8th and 9th, that should make Joe [Torre] happy." I can't wait for the weekend, when we shall kick the Sox's butts up in Boston. The Yankees have really made a comeback, after the horrendous first half. I still can't believe we're at the All-Star break already.

No surprise that the AL dominated the game, tho.

No surprise again that the Red Sox STILL need a barber (Hrm, think we can get the revival of Sweeney Todd to open at Fenway?). Ugh. "Get a haircut!" Mom and I screamed at the tv every time Johnny Damon or Manny Ramirez came up - and their pitcher, Matt Clement, wasn't much better. What's that thing on his chin, anyway?

7/11/05
There are kittens running rampant in the family! Grandma adopted two, a boy and a girl, and Aunt Linda and Uncle Peter adopted three, two boys and a girl. Since they live next door to each other in PA, we drove out today for dinner and kitten-cuddling. So adorable. Came home to find a pile of cat vomit (not so adorable) on my newly-changed sheets. I guess it was a hint to stop cuddling other people's kittens.

I'm reading through Rabbi Joseph Telushkin's Jewish Literacy, a fantastic book - sort of an "overview" of history, culture, ethics and writings. He's such a great writer, brings a lot of humor and ease to the work. It's full of fantastic stories and tales - and about how Judaism relates to other world religions etc. He also wrote a book on biblical literacy, one on humor, and one of values (all of which I have, none of which I have read yet). I'm really enjoying this one.

And I'm about to dig into Stephen King's The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon, because, honestly, who doesn't love Tom Gordon? Even if he did used to play for Boston. The cover promises "frightening, feverish terror," which is exactly the kind of feeling I get in my stomach when I think about the Red Sox winning the World Series, so I think I'll really enjoy it, in a sick way.

I set up two interviews for Friday, both down the shore. I called classmate Karen to see if she wants to grab lunch in between them, since she lives in the area, and then I won't have to deal with driving back up and then down again. Although honestly, battling summer traffic southbound on the Parkway on a Friday afternoon in Summer is one of my favorite things to do, I'd rather hang out with her. I also called the car place in Kingston, and they said that they *still* hadn't brought my car into the shop to look at, hence, no estimate. Time must move slowly upstate. Of course, I think anything north of 207th Street is "upstate." Just another warning sign that I should not be allowed to have a driver's license, I suppose.

7/10/05
Drat, left the Copenhagen CD's in my car, too. And as Michael put it yesterday, what road trip is complete without the dulcet tones of Philip Bosco and Michael Cumpsty talking about quantum physics? Sigh. So true. The car place in Kingston is number one on my list of places to call tomorrow (followed by a handful of hospitals that I need to call back about interviews). Hopefully they will tell me that the engine block isn't damaged and I only need a new spark plug or something. Right. Or better yet, they'll find a loose screwdriver in there or something, and I can place the blame squarely on the company here that "tuned up" the engine the week before we took it upstate. I did call them from Kingston to let them know that the engine threw a knock, and they said, "gosh, we know you told us there was some weird sound in the engine when you accelerated, but *we* didn't hear anything when you brought it in."

Went out yesterday to see Primo, a one-man play about Primo Levi last night with Michael. Ran into Matthew there, too - I guess it was reviewers night. Very good play, very good acting by Antony Sher, but oddly un-moving for a Holocaust piece. Not sure I can put a finger on why, tho.

7/8/05
Aaah! I left my flipbook of CD's in the Sebring (still in Kingston, still don't have an estimate, must call again today), and I really, really want to listen to the Hair cast recording. Hate when I do things like that.

7/7/05
To all of my friends in London, I hope you're alright.

later on 7/6/05
Er, that is, I would have met up with Melissa and Liz, had I not turned off my alarm clock at 5pm and fallen right back asleep instead of getting up and showering and actually going to the city. Ugh. Too tired. Going back to bed now.

7/6/05
The first of our class to take the NCLEX passed! Woo! One down, 38 to go. Today's review class breezed by, probably because my favorite teacher was leading the session.

Off to the city (via train) to meet up with Melissa and Liz. Haven't seen them in weeks (heck, haven't really been to the city in weeks), so it'll be a nice belated birthday gettogether. Plus, there are cute Irish bartenders involved. And air conditioning! Always a plus, since today is so hazy and humid that the cats have melted into little piles of fur on my bed.

later on 7/5/05
Ha! The Onion re-ran one of my favorite articles of all time.

And honestly, I don't care if he did hit three homers in the last two games, I still can't stand Jason Giambi. He just squidges me out. Ick. Sure did seem like the bats were on fire today tho! Amazing slaughter of the Orioles.

7/5/05
Yesterday was a blur, actually. We got home, and I fell asleep. Then I watched the Yankees beat the Orioles. And then I fell asleep again. Driving back was nuts - we left Buffalo at 6.30am, because the last train from Kingston/Rhinecliff to Penn Station was at 5pm, and we didn't know how long it was going to take. We swung by the Chrysler place and luckily my car was parked outside their garage, so we were able to leave the cooler (now empty of Diet Coke) and beach towels and some souvenirs etc. in the trunk and not have to carry them home on the train. Caught the 2.46pm train to Penn, and then the 5.07pm train to Matawan. Long, long day. No wonder I slept through the fireworks yesterday.

The cats, however, wanted to know why the Founding Fathers felt it necessary to declare an entire day for scaring the bejeezus out of them!

I have to call the Chrysler place in Kingston tomorrow to see if they have a time/cost estimate on my car. I'm not looking forward to that.

7/4/05
And we're back! Being at Niagara Falls was like being at the Cliffs of Moher - one of the most breathtaking places I've ever been. It was just awesome, in the real meaning of that word.

We even made a side trip to Toronto for the afternoon while we were there. Canada is so... clean!

Cooperstown - and the Hall of Fame - was also terrific. I bought a t-shirt which sums up my latest philosophy: "real women don't date Red Sox fans." It's super.

Of course, no roadtrip can be perfect, and this was no exception. My car's engine - which I just had tuned up last week - blew up in Kingston, NY. So we had to deal with getting it towed to the Chrysler place, renting a car etc. and then the joy yesterday that was getting home via Amtrak and NJTransit. And the upcoming joy that will involve smelling salts when I get the price on putting a new engine block in there. I think it was a message from up above that I need to stop driving and just move back to the city.

But I'm not thinking about that right now, I'm still thinking about what a great vacation it was otherwise.

Not even Mom locking the car keys in the rental car with the engine running can ruin it! I mean, it was amazing. We did the Maid of the Mist, the Cave of the Winds (where you get literally drenched by the falls), the Journey Behind the Falls, the Seneca Niagara Casino (OK, not really Falls-related, but I did win $1000 towards the new engine).

And now, we're home, and the Yankees are winning again.

Time to go through my email and ponder how I can afford the engine. And how I can survive the potential 2-3 weeks they said it could take to fix without my car. And where I will find the potential $5-7K to fix it.

Ooh, and hey - here's a game for today. Find my name in the Sunday NY Times. Here's a hint: it's in the Magazine section.

-catherine

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